If I Die - French Montana
I can't sell these drugs no more,
Got too many felonies
I can't trust these hoes no more
Bitches like my enemies
They wanna see me burn through the fall
Yeah,
In every thinking bitch last day
Saw many bags end up half way
Black glove and the ski mask
Heard he has baby on his chest
Made me feel bad
Shit was all good just a week ago
No we pouring champagne at the funeral
Remember dark skin Jamaican with the cesar
Heard he caught the
bychass skate with the visa
Should have seen the look on
his brother when he came through
Yellin number cash up for the first 48 do
Men turn to bitches,
skank what the state do
Put you on the box
with the numbers tryina break you
I can't sell these drugs no more,
Got too many felonies
I can't trust these hoes no more
Bitches like my enemies
They wanna see me burn through the fall
Yeah,
Toll was the hustler,
Jermaine was the killer
He let the niggas stack it
all up then he killed em
I heard he got dropped
from his main bitch
Left the nigga laying
stanking there ain't take shit
I heard the nigga died some island
Like he seen a nigga face right
before he shot him
Whole gang,
then he hit the block like it's no thang
When everybody knew
about the whole thang
Shit scary and they ain't even drop the tearing
Cans glowing in the air,
help his mother get him buried
Heard Jermaine went and got a pot of '
We was young niggas hustling,
tryina make it out alive
I can't sell these drugs no more,
Got too many felonies
I can't trust these hoes no more
Bitches like my enemies
They wanna see me burn through the fall